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Minus could not help but dream hard. Although his alcohol-sanctioned days were behind him, alcohol still saturated his memories catapulting him ever..
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Flirting with the idea of becoming a marine biologist, Minus bided his time at a local aquarium owned by an ex- burly fisherman by the name of Geral..
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During his first sober Christmas, Minus had an existential nightmare in a waking state. Mostly Uncle Willard’s fellow blue-collar workers popu..
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Minus felt like a puppeteer stalling, persuaded by dancing shadows, that his movements were not exerted by self-will. Furthermore, there was an othe..
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The Myth prolonged in the back alleys while people were asleep, seeping through their air conditioning vents, remaining innocuous in a piping cloud ..
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The eyelids of Minus grew heavy, weighing the tiny circus in his brain. Past reminiscences being the greater of two evils other than present monstro..
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Agitated breaths faltered from Uncle Willard’s black hole of a mouth. Palpitations knocked at his chest like an unannounced guest waiting at t..
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Somewhere in the back alley of Minus’s story, the Ullkrest began to unweave the threads that held the course of memory together, sowing new th..
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Will mumbled to himself. “This place is sucking the life out of me! Northshore is dead. What do these independent contractors expect to get ou..
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Minus bedded down for the night after trying to press Will for the missing pieces of memory that only Will could supplant, but he refused to talk ab..
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